(Seabass), my sweet, gentle Maltese you were and are my BEST FRIEND. Although I had to let you cross the Rainbow Bridge on Wednesday April 30, 2014 at 7:00 pm. and you were 14 and 3 months, my heart says the time we had was just NOT enough. I only had 732 weeks to love you. You where just under 8 weeks old and weighed 1.6 lbs. when you choose me while I was looking at another of your litter mates to be my companion. YOU CHANGED MY LIFE THAT DAY. Through the years you taught me how to love as you love, to enjoy nature as you enjoyed nature, to play hard and sleep deep, to care for you more than I do myself, to stop and smell the flowers, the trees, the air. When you lost your hearing I knew you heard my heart speaking of love for you. When you lost your sight you trusted me to be your eyes. During those years we fought many battles you and I. There were times I thought your fight was done, but you surprised everyone and made it through again and again. I have no words to describe the pain and emptiness I feel when the night falls and I don’t hear you snoring, when the morning comes and I don’t see your sweet face, when I walk through the house which now feels so empty and don’t see you in your favorite spots.
In less than an hour over 14 years of memories flooded my heart and my mind. How one small dog could impact so many lives, all who met you loved you. Your crooked little smile, quite human actually. Your protective, yet sweet, gentle, loving personality. Your intuition. You always knew when either one of us needed “puppy kisses” or we just needed your presence by our side. The funny things you did. The way you hid your treats; the way you threw your treats up in the air and did a little celebration before you ate them. The way you would dig and dig in your bed before you laid down. The way you would jump and squeal when you wanted to sleep on the bed that night and the way you would roll on your back with your paws in the air and into us when you wanted to get down. Your “zoomies” and how you wore yourself out. You would then lay down to drink your water and then would lay your adorable face on the bowl, occasionally licking some more water sideways; the way you stole and hid your daddy’s socks, and all the other mischievous things you did. You would then sit and look at us as though to ask, “So…with all this cuteness can I get away with this”? Of course, you always did! That’s why we would call you silly dog!
Then the memories of your illnesses and surgeries also pierced my heart. I couldn’t imagine you suffering or hurting, or struggling to breath. I knew it was time, but I kept asking for “just one more day”. Dr. Wynn said you were being strong and holding on for me and you gave me a whole week of “just one more day”. That Wednesday while I held you in my arms and cried into your soft white fur, with my heart shattered, I asked for “just one more day”, but you had no more days to give me sweetheart. You had lived, loved and used them all. You always gave us so much and asked for nothing more than a good belly rub. I knew the decision to let you go was the right one, you had given me all the days you had, and it was your time to rest now. I held you in my arms as my heart collided with reason, my love for you battled with the pain that threatened to overcome me. I was devastated. Flooded with tears and unbearable grief, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t speak. My love for you knew I had to release you and still it was the most difficult decision I have had to make since you entered my life all those years ago. Love is your legacy and although I’ve had to let you go Seabass, my heart has gone with you.
Loving you into Eternity,
| Sebastian |
| 30, Apr 2014 |
| Esther Fernandez |